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These dreams are a bit relentless, aren't there? Not that I'm complaining. They are, about 90% of the time, very entertaining. In these ones we had to escort a man to Paris but along the way we were attacked, and Porthos was badly injured by an axe or something like that. Apparently dream-me does not take it lightly when something happens to Porthos.

In any case, we went to this big old house that belonged to Athos (by the way, Athos is a count???). Through a series of events we discovered the man we were escorting was actually a slave trader, and you can guess that went off well, but we're all very quick thinkers so I suspect he won't be a problem later.

Then it was Porthos's birthday and we were all very, very drunk. He shot a melon off my head, it was sort of spectacular. Until he got framed for murder.

Also, I got the kit I used to sew up all of our wounds. It's just this little collection of various needles and the like, and I can't imagine being stitched up with any of them today, but it's sort of fantastic.

Sometimes I hate people.

Everyone talks about the dreams, but when you actually have them....mine are so confusing. It's like two lives, but in one I don't remember the other. There was a curse that kept everyone in the first life from remembering it in the second. What was even stranger was that I was supposed to be Snow White in the first one. And David was there too. He was Prince Charming in the first, but was in a coma in the second and I didn't know him. In the second one, I was a teacher and wanted to help this little boy in my class, who seemed unhappy and I gave him a fairy tale book then he started insisting that everyone in the town was a fairy tale character, but no one believed him. No one but the woman he brought there that he claimed was his biological mother.

It was so strange. The Mayor in the second life had been the Evil Queen in the first life and she was the one who cast the curse cause she claimed I'd done something to her at some point. I don't know what it was though. I guess I'll eventually find out.

Today while I was... getting the medical offices settled for the new clinic, I came across an oddity.

Not only did Dr. Hussain leave me a medical scanner so advanced that I'm really unsure how to use it without accidentally killing someone, but I have now come across a ... machina leg... of some kind. It's not any kind of prosthetic limb that I have ever seen before.

So strange!

I need to get some targets. The tree in my backyard is starting to look like mulch on one side and I don't want to kill it. So I think I'm gonna go this weekend and get some. Gotta find a hunting specialty store or something. I'm sure they'd have better stuff than a department store might.

bwah u all missed me



~Lockheed



Edited in later

Someone who's getting grounded hijacked my computer. Sorry folks.

Attention Kitty Pryde. It's 6pm. Do you know where the hell your cell phone is?

I'll give you a hint. It ain't in your back pocket.

Also? You and I need to have some words.

Say you wanted to seduce your girlfriend.


How?

God, it's so HOT. I don't think I've ever had to deal with this kind of HEAT before. I mean, Vegas was hot, but we all had air conditioning. Why don't houses in California have AC? What's wrong with these people?

I have watermelon sorbet, and you're jealous.

It would appear my dreams aren't actually over at all. In fact, they've taken a rather peculiar turn and aren't even remotely similar to what I've been dreaming of this last year. It's like an entirely different world.

A world where Asgard exists in the middle of Oklahoma (I kid you not), where we've all been scattered through out the world and it's up to none other than our shining champion to call us home, and where I've been summoned home as a woman. Okay so I stole someone's body but There are many familiar faces but many new ones I've not dreamt before.

Also, it should be noted that now in comparison, my former dream self wasn't even all that bad. This new dream me is far more evil and malicious than I might have expected. It's sort of delightful.

Did you hear George Clooney is engaged? There go my chances.